Christmas with the Irish Devil
I never thought I’d see him again.
But in the alley, the door closes behind me—
and when the air shifts, I know before I turn.
“He is my son,” Declan says, steel in his voice.
“He is my son,” I snap, fury in mine.
Both of us are right—
and that’s the problem.
Declan O’Connell. The Irish Devil.
Boston’s most dangerous Don… and the man I swore I’d never see again.
Five years ago, I ran from him.
From his empire.
From his darkness.
But I didn’t run alone.
I carried his child.
Now he’s standing in front of me,
demanding answers.
Demanding us.
And the moment his icy blue eyes fall on my boy,
he knows the truth.
Now Declan wants it all—
me, my son, and the life I built in secret.
But this Christmas isn’t just about stolen kisses under mistletoe.
A serial killer stalks me in the snow.
Rival families circle, ready to strike.
And the Irish Devil won’t let me run again.
Not when he’s ready to burn Boston to the ground for us.
But on Christmas Eve… when the snow turns red—
will I survive being claimed by the devil himself?
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